Lyrics:
can't seem to wipe this smile off my face
Life's a happy song
When there's someone by my side to sing along
Everything is great
We'll live happily
owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following
myself!
T is for those titties baby â¬" Bust ⬘em out!
I is for ICON â¬" Because Iâ¬"m great
S is for smart â¬" That ya ainâ¬"t⬦
T is for tops â¬" Iâ¬"m
Part I: Mass Hysteria
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope
would yell if i wasnt home by 6 clock
But strict parents only create great liars
And good deeds never brought me my desires
And i dreamt a lot, a minor
Never had much, but enough just to get us by
Dragged through the mud, but it made me a better guy
I'm trying to live alive, but look out for the jealous
or store away in barns
And yet your heavenly Father feeds them
Are you not much more valuable than they?
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour
of flowers that breathe
Jet-lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep
Although my blood shot whites and irises they never find any
Clock stops at times
murdered by a crooked cop again
Temp a nigga to keep it pushing at traffic stops
Even with the gang banging feel safer on the block
Trapping out the White
Stay with
Faith
Live
Patient
Don't you quit
And make shit
Make with
Aches
Can't fake
In matrix
So please guys
Felines
Keep eyes
Ears by
These lines
to begin
But stat quo based now on cardinal sins
And lines truly blurred who's enemy or friend
Great artist with low spins bad songs that don't end
But
songs I would press eject
When you hear my voice you never press next
Now I'm in control like I'm stepping on your neck
I'm like a geyser and I can feel
Liquor bottles and reefer
Like a white pair of sneakers
Me being generous
Flow too ridiculous
The way I work my flow is like arithmetic different
bringing chaos so the cops can enforce it
Systematic and traumatic as black voices get redacted Privilege dealing
“all lives matter” rationalized by white
and crossover bitches
And teach all my little cousins get money and duck switches
I won’t stop until white women know my songs better than I do
And I’m hyping up
DRUNK IT
Theme: Doing something great by getting slightly drunk that you normally couldn't or wouldn't do.
Verse
I checked her out at the bar out
will be great
Yeah, mmmh
Time goes by, my song
Echoes in my mind
And with my mouth
I let it flow all over the town
I don't know why
But it's a need
But
(JUST ONE IN A MILLION)
BLACK MEN
Black men black men black men
Black men black men black men
Black men black men
Look
Black men counting white
the immigrant scum.
A girl was murdered, a boy was hung.
That was our first summer that we owned a gun.
In a black or white neighborhood, don't walk!
Feed
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
to day
Till we shifted gears and fled the great escape
They mad My lanes built for the NASCAR's your lanes watching the paint drop
Thirsty as a rain
an immigrant deported for selling drugs
Built a life for his family and can't live in it
My relationship with my lineage is intimate
Suburbs to the city, brought
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
around the world, same song
Work hard, play hard, all day long
All the continents get jealous over me
You can see me 3D overseas
If you know me then
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